Zhuang Yan mentioned the opening of the school, but he did not continue, but changed the subject: "Yesterday I said that the weather was going to change, but I didn't expect it to snow so heavily immediately afterward. ”

Wang Lijian nodded and said, "Indeed, this snow fell suddenly, the weather forecast only said yesterday that there might be light snow, but I didn't expect it to become a blizzard, and now it is difficult to walk outside." ”

"Well, when I woke up, the outside became white, and to be honest, my heart was suddenly sudden. ”

"Haha, if you want to talk about snow, if you stay in Yanjing for a longer time, you will not be surprised. Wang Lijian said.

They were chatting here, and Liang Sicheng, who was standing behind Liang Qichao, suddenly said, "Teacher, is your poem written temporarily today?"

Zhuang Yan raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Well, it was this morning that I felt it." ”

Ma Yinchu over there was a little puzzled, "Words, what words?"

"Today, I scribbled a poem and posted it on the Internet, I guess Sicheng saw it on the Internet. Zhuang Yan said with a smile.

"Oh?" Wang Lijian said, "I didn't go online today, what did you write?"

Zhuang Yan was embarrassed to recite it himself, so he said to Wang Lijian, "Why don't you use your mobile phone to surf the Internet yourself?"

Over there, Liang Sicheng said, "Teacher, don't need Uncle Wang to look for it, I remember this poem." ”

Zhuang Yan was surprised, "Oh?

Liang Sicheng nodded, and directly memorized it, "The scenery of the northern country, thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow drifting, looking at the ...... inside and outside the Great Wall"

Zhuang Yan listened carefully, until the end, Liang Sicheng did not memorize a word, Zhuang Yan nodded, at least his memory as a student is very good.

"This is Qin Yuanchun?" Wang Lijian said, then shook his head, "It seems that the law is not quite right." ”

Ma Yinchu waved his hand, "Lao Wang, why are you obsessed with the rhythm, this poem is magnificent and catchy, which is already very rare." ”

His very rare evaluation is not a high evaluation, and he probably thinks that this song is unsatisfactory.

Liang Qichao didn't seem to like this word very much, and said with a frown: "This word, the momentum is indeed there, but I always feel a little like the king of the mountain." ”

Zhuang Yan smiled, this is not the momentum of the mountain king, but the imperial spirit of the eight classics. However, although this poem is catchy and magnificent, there are hard injuries, and it is normal for Liang Qichao to become the temperament of a mountain king in the eyes of a half-old pedant.

However, Yu Hai likes this poem very much, "Lao Liang, how do you comment indiscriminately, this poem is straightforward, plain and easy to understand, how is it the temperament of the king of the mountain, it is much more ear-catching than those words like 'the west wind blows to the gall bottle plum, and the heart has turned to ashes'." Besides, the level of the word Qinyuanchun is there, there are not many hard laws, although the word Ziyan has loopholes, but it is also in it, it cannot be said that there is a problem with the rhythm. ”

Yu Haiju's sentence is Nalan Xingde's word, which is a bit tactful, but it is definitely a good word, but it is just a different taste. It is estimated that Yu Hai prefers the extensive school and does not like the graceful school.

"You are an old man, I didn't say that Ziyan was bad, I just talked about my feelings, what are you anxious about. Liang Qichao said.

Zhuang Yan smiled and said: "It's just a crooked word written by hand, and the two brothers don't have to argue." ”

Ma Yinchu also gaged next to him, "What are you two fighting about, Ziyan writes the first word casually, and I see that you two are excited." But Ziyan, you also have a study of poetry?"

"Hehe, where can I be considered to have research, if you want to talk about my poetry, then the ancestor is Zhang Sanye. Zhuang Yan said with a smile.

Ma Yinchu and Wang Lijian laughed when they heard it, but some people next to them didn't know what was going on, Liang Sicheng asked: "Teacher, who is Zhang Sanye? Is it our ancestor?"

"You kid, what nonsense, this Zhang Sanye is an ancient. Liang Qichao said.

Looking at Liang Sicheng's face at a loss, Zhuang Yan explained to him with a smile: "This Zhang Sanye is a literature lover in the Tang Dynasty, he usually likes to write poems, it is said that his surname is Zhang Ming, as for his real name, there is no way to test, the poems he makes are not from the rhythm, straightforward and slang, but it is also a school of its own, and later people called this kind of poetry limerick poetry." ”

"Teacher, is there really such a person?" asked Liang Sicheng.

Zhuang Yan shook his head, "I don't know, there is no certificate to test, and it is just circulated among the people." Besides, it doesn't matter if it's true or not, it's enough for people to laugh. ”

There are many deeds of Zhang Dayou, among which there are two more famous ones......

"There is a general system on the river, a hole in the well, the yellow dog is white, and the white dog is swollen. ”

Ma Yinchu suddenly smiled and read a poem, "Ziyan, your "Snow" is more than a hundred times better than your ancestor's "Yongxue". ”

"Brother Yuanshan has an overreputation. Turning his head, Zhuang Yan continued to explain to Liang Sicheng: "The poem that your Uncle Ma read is Zhang Dayou's masterpiece, but some people say that it was written by Yang Shen and pressed on Zhang Dayou's body. Speaking of Zhang Dayou, he has another interesting story. ”

"Listen to the teacher. Liang Sicheng said.

Zhuang Yan continued: "It is said that one winter, an official went to worship, and when he arrived at the ancestral hall, he saw a few lines of poetry written on the wall. Six out of nine days of snow fluttering, just like the jade girl under Qiong Yao, one day the sky is clear, so that the broom makes the broom, the spade makes the spade. ”

"Hahaha......"

As soon as Zhuang Yan finished speaking, the people present burst into laughter, especially a few half-grown children, who were already laughing from ear to ear.

"And then?" asked Liang Sicheng.

"Then?" Zhuang Yan said with a smile: "Then this big official asked who wrote it, Zhang Dayou is also famous in that area, and there is no need to check it, everyone said that it must have been written by Zhang Dayou, so they arrested Zhang Dayou." After being arrested, this Zhang Dayou was not in a hurry, and explained to the official that he usually likes to write a few crooked poems. After hearing this, the official asked Zhang Dayou to write a poem on the spot. ”

"What kind of poem did he write?" asked Liang Sicheng with blazing eyes.

At that time, An Lushan's soldiers were trapped in Nanyang, and Zhang Dayou took this as the theme. Millions of thieves are trapped in Nanyang, this is the first line of the poem. ”

"That's a good sentence, it's not crooked at all. ”

"The official reacted the same as you at the time, and also thought that this sentence was quite courageous, only to listen to this oil and said the second sentence, there was no rescue and no food, listening to this sentence, the official felt a little straightforward, but barely passed, but the latter sentence surprised him. ”

"What did he say?" The little girl from Ma Yinchu's family had been listening carefully to Zhuang Yan's story, and couldn't help but ask when she heard this.

Zhuang Yan said with a smile: "I only heard Zhang Dayou say that one day the city will be broken, the crying father will cry the father, and the bitter mother will be the bitter mother." ”

"Hahahaha......"

Of course, Wang Lijian and the others all know this story, and they don't think it's unusual, but they also find it interesting to see Zhuang Yan telling Liang Sicheng and them, Wang Lijian turned sideways and said to Liang Qichao: "Ziyan is already like a teacher." ”

Liang Qichao pushed his glasses, "Look at what you said, he was Sicheng's teacher." ”